HAPPY TAOLK LIKE CID DAY!
So I wrote this in like 5 minutes…I was challenging myself to write a (semi) decent fic for the day in an allotted amount of time. My original goal was to stay under 10 minutes…but I wanted to push it.
R&R
-Spink
Phsyco
If there was one thing Vincent didn't understand it was how he got to the backwards, misshapen, convoluted world of Radiant Gardens. Oh the town itself wasn't so bad, it was the story behind it. From the Keyblade Masters to the apprentices to the heartless, none of it made sense to the dark man. All he understood was that one minute he'd been fighting alongside Cloud and the next he'd been smack dab in the middle of the town centre.
He trudged moodily down the cobblestone streets of Radiant Gardens and drew he heavy collar closer to his face as the wind whipped about. Vincent was not happy. Not that anyone could tell really, seeing as Vincent pretty much kept to himself, but he was very unhappy nonetheless. The only person who probably even noticed was his old…friend – for lack of a Better word on his part – Cid. Vincent wanted to go home. Badly. To his own abode, his own bed, and no crazy half wild children with Keys for swords.
"Hey, moody! Where d'you think yer goin'?"
But, Vincent supposed, as long as he had Cid he could manage.